In addition to that ski mask, Mistress is wearing a trench coat of some kind that reaches just to the tops of her thighs. The handcuffs she used on me before dangle at her cinched-in waist opposite the shape of an empty holster. Perched on those still shockingly uncharacteristic spike heels, her unbelievably lovely and elegant legs are aggressively spread. Yet what really stirs my submissive lust into life in spite of my ball-crawling dread is the fact that those incredible legs are darkened by stockings of black fishnet. I doubt Mistress has ever worn stockings in her life, and suddenly she’s sporting the sexiest kind ever invented. Seeing that my opened pajama top conceals nothing but my well-muscled torso, the armed authority in front of me snaps more orders, her icy tone brooking no re
